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Rated: R (for mild language, and yummy lime at the end
)Title: That?s Life
Chapter: One
Authoress: Dawn*Achilles
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It was unreal?
She gasped for breath as she ran, her shimmering, blonde tresses fluttered elegantly in the wind as she approached the young hero. Bright, crystal blue eyes radiated her love and devotion to the man that stood only feet away, the only man that could ever win her heart. He was the one who had in the end, like always, protected her from harms way.
It was too good to be real?
Surprise flashed momentarily across the mans features as he gazed at the elegant women rushing toward him. Turning, he then in that moment of time realized he was destined to be with her since the day they had met. He twisted and dramatically collected her into his open arms, watching his angel cry out as tears coursed down her flushed cheeks. Both of their chests heaved for air as they hugged each other tightly, fearing that the other would disappear if they didn?t cling tight enough. The man ran a shaky calloused hand down the sides of her face, grazing her silken skin softy before he carefully lowered his head down and pressed his mouth to her own?
?I love you, Sarah?
?yea, that was about when she turned off the tv.
Relena sighed and glared daggers at her blank, black television. Of all the days she had off. Of all the days she had for herself? no meetings, no papers, no stress, no prissy-dimwitted little luncheons.
There was a 24-hour marathon? of completely beautiful romantic classics.
She loved sappy fiction with all the passion of a teenage girl, but on days like these it was torture to even glance at the overly perfect couples sharing fake kisses on the screen. The point was, that this was her day off, and she was determined to enjoy it. Not cry her eyes over some story that wasn?t even close to reality. No. That would just ruin her night. Not to mention give her puffy eyes for tonight?s party and for tomorrow?s conference meeting with the governor of?
Damnit, she was doing it again.
She slapped herself mentally and flopped backwards onto her bed with a small bounce of aggravation. Here she was ? a diplomat. An innocent face that the whole human population looked at for support. A face designed for strength in time of desperation. She of all people was looked at with high standards and respect. She? of all the populations? 17-year-old opinion, was honored by elder representatives that gave their devotion to her young knowledge, as if it were law. She was a strong leader.
But then, after all the meetings, the paperwork, the stress, those prissy-dimwitted little luncheons. You know, the important leader shit. She would ride back to the nearly empty Peacecraft mansion, and gradually let her diplomat face fall to reveal the emotional little girl inside of her. Her private life and her political life were two totally different places of being. When she was at the mansion, she left the political face behind her. When she was at her office, she left home behind her. It was the only way she was able to manage anymore, to keep sane and stay off the happy pills. She now realized, the political life wasn?t a place for na?ve little girls to play. It isn?t just all spotlights with your pretty face on the front pages of magazines. Politics and politician themselves were, and still are, quite deceiving and ruthless. If you?re not careful and hold yourself up emotionally and physically, they?ll drop you and leave you for dead faster then you can blink. This is why she acted the way she was, lived her life everyday by a simple rule. Living each and every day out as if she were two totally different people. When she was home, she would desperately try to let go of the whole day and watch her favorite sappy soap opera while huggling a worn teddy bear. She tried to do everything a normal girl would. Read her favorite magazine in her pajamas, or treat herself to a good body boost with the creams, lotions, cucumbers, tweezers, nail polish? you know, the whole works. Yes, she was an actual teenager, she has an actual life outside politics?.right?
Nope.
..and beginning to fit politics in on your birthday isn?t a great sign.
Yeah, that?s right. It was her 18th birthday. And where was she? At a party? No, not her. She was up in her room, hugging her bear and staring at a blank television and mopping over the irony of her own life, until ?her? party that night. If you could even call it a party? or hers. All the diplomats and governors would be there, along with the few friends she had.
Hell, they might even not come, considering this was more of a social political party then a birthday. She knew at least Hilde and Duo would be there, but what about the others? Did they even care enough? Did they even consider her a friend? Probably not,?but how about the party. Did she regret having that?
Nope, they?d be serving free munchies.
She raised an index finger to the side of her cheek, deep in though, as she squeezed her bear a bit tighter.
And just maybe?
A blush crept onto her cheeks as she slowly glanced down at her teddy bear. She blinked. Then blinked again. Then blinked once more for the record. After finally realizing where her thoughts were leading her, her eyebrows furrowed in anger before she picked up the worn cotton and hurled it. She threw the bear with all her rage, remembering the face of the man that gave her the ragged doll, only to realize the bear then bounced once and landed at the foot of her bed, as if to mock her attempt.
She pouted out her lower lip. ?You think that?s funny don?t you?? She accused the brown clump, pointing her index finger in front of its nose. ?Well? I got news for you ?buddy?, It happens to be my birthday, and I?ve gone through the trouble of keeping you here on my nice floral sheets for one year. To think that I, Relena Dorlian, slept with you, you ungrateful slob.? She turned her cheek to the unappreciative one, whom she shared her bed with, to upset at the moment to realize how dirty her last lines sounded. She hmphed, and continued. ?You should respect a lady you know, after all, I?ve taken care of you after that jerk left you sitting on my flight seat expecting me to take care of you.? She raised an eyebrow at the bear, as if expecting an answer for his actions.
And for the first time ever in history
One of Relena Dorlian?s speeches
Went in one ear?
?and out the other.
She really wasn?t expecting an answer from the thing mind you, but nonetheless ? it helped to calm her nerves and keep her sane. ?Oh yes Relena, talking to a stuffed bear is very sane.? she thought sarcastically. She muttered under her breath before giving a lame attempted of a glare to the worn object. A weak glare that would never match up to the damn things owner? his stupid, jerk like, cold, handsome, completely gorgeous glare?
She should have gotten mad at herself. She would have gotten mad at herself for thinking such things. But in that moment her heart turned into a chunk of lead and fell, only to reveal the bittersweet memories of Heero. She often joked about him to herself. She even tried convincing herself that she hated him. But, nothing worked in the end. It was strange though, how she had to fall for someone like him. She could of gone for your average Joe, your jock, your sporty kind of guy, another politician, or some rich celeb. But oh no, not Relena Dorlian.
She had to go and fall for the unattainable emotionless freak. Lucky her right?
She snickered. Yea? lucky her. She hadn?t seen hide or hair of him ever since the final war when she had taken him to Sally after he had collapsed. Although, it was only a year ago, it still hurt not being close to him?even if he wasn?t really hers. It hurt too, knowing that society wouldn?t let her be close to him without ruining her career. This was life. Ironic. Stupid. Stupid. Mean bitch, life. She often saw teenagers her own age have romantic walks on the beach with their lovers, cuddling, and stealing kisses. It was enough to make a girl reach her limit,? Especially knowing how most of the other pilots were creating their own love stories too. Duo and Hilde, Quatre and Dorothy, her brother and Noin? Hell, even Trowa had found some blonde. Trowa, of all the people?
But of course not her, love wasn?t on her side. In fact, it wanted her to suffer very painfully, so it could point and laugh at her.
She often wondered if Heero would ever come back to her. Something romantic and soap opera like. A girl can dream, right? Right. She often came up with sappy little love stories about her and Heero after watching some cheap romance flick. The kind of stuff that you just can?t help but wonder ?what if?? and end up coming up with the best damn romance story in your head, that you swear to god could make you a world-famous romance novelist. Like the one she made up where he would arrive into one of her dull round colony trip conferences, on top of a white, shimmering broad steed.
Ok? maybe the horse was too much. But, it sounded utterly romantic at the time.
Then, he?d ride heroically over to her side and profess his undying love for her, how he thought she was the most gorgeous woman he?d laid eyes on, how she made him melt just thinking about her, how he loved her hair, how every one of her speeches jolted him to the soul and astonished him, and how much of a complete dumbshit he was for not realizing these facts sooner. After professing everything to her, he?d scoop her up and kiss her passionately before riding off to Vegas to marry and have some hot wild sex in a cheap hotel.
As if.
She smiled down sadly at the bear as she continued to ponder. Sure it was silly to think such things. It might have helped when she thought it all up, but afterward it just threw the facts right back in her face that they wouldn?t, and couldn?t possibly be together. The fact that she was a politician and he was a high ranking and respected officer for the Preventers. The fact that her past and present life was the compete opposite of his.
The bitter fact that he didn?t give a damn about her and she loved him to the death.
She tried to glare at the bear again, but instead her face crumple up in pain before she grabbing the bear back up and crushed it to her chest in a death-grip hug. It was times like these that she gave a good cry, stop acting and be a normal girl.
A normal girl in helpless love?
And then she?d ask herself what normal girls do, and pick up the phone and call Hilde.
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~Dawn
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